"I have a few teas at the Tower, but the others aren't too interested in them. They prefer coffee, and sometimes it's okay to change over to something stronger, but tea...I find it to be more comforting. " and his tea collection was nice. A lot of different varieties to suit nearly any mood or preference.
It was a bit awkward and from the look on Matt's face, she can tell he wants to chuckle. At least he's being nice and holding back from doing it. Something she is grateful for. She takes another sip of tea, willing her blush to go away. She didn't mean for the conversation to turn awkward, but at least she hadn't done something to offend him. She'll take awkwardness over insulted feelings any day.
"Thank you again, for the invitation and the tea, but I should head out. You probably have some important case you need to work on." Which was more than likely true. He didn't need to lose sleep because of her. But, she didn't say she was heading back to the Tower. Wanda needed some time away from that place. Time to sort out her feelings and simply be herself. Not a hero or someone that was still healing.
"No? Huh. They haven't lived." Because there are so many teas! "It's really comforting, yes."
Silence hangs in the air for a little. No judging. Acceptance of a little misstep. No harm here, not at all. Matt sets down his mug again and cups his hands to the ceramic surface. His head lifts and he continues to smile. All is well here.
"It's not trouble at all. You're very welcome. You can come around any time." Awkward or not, emergency or not. "Theology discussion, tea... or just because." He pushes off of the counter top and he comes around to put out his hand to her. "This time of night I might read until I fall asleep. If I can get any reading done. I hope that you feel better over all." At least a little. There's no quick fix here.
"Clearly they haven't." To only drink coffee and rarely enjoy a cup of freshly brewed tea. She didn't count cold iced tea. That was more refreshing and a way to cool down from the heat. It didn't bring comfort like hot tea could.
She let out a weak chuckle, glancing down to her cup of tea. "Just because, huh?" She could visit for any reason? Just for the sake of it? Well, she might take him up on the offer--especially if the rest of the team is okay with letting her come by to Hell's Kitchen to aide Dare Devil. She set her ceramic cup down on the counter and placed her hand in his. Wanda found herself moving forward to hug her friend.
"I'm feeling better...much better than earlier." Where she was wandering and feeling lost. Shew as healing, and still trying to find her way and Matt...he offered guidance without judgement. Someone for her to lean on and asked nothing in return.
"More for us then." Enough tea in the wide world they will always be able to try something new. Matt must be getting sleepy because something as sweet and simple as sharing a cup of tea with Wanda shouldn't make him feel so very...happy. Should it?
Once spoken words can't be taken back. He'll stand beside them. "It doesn't have to be a good reason. Or even a bad one." It's so completely easy how they come together in an embrace. The floral spice of aroma of the beauty products she wears and natural body chemistry fill him. Matt rubs her back and attempts to allow some space. The warmth of her still has a tinge of the energy that made her levitate and fix him to the spot.
"Just what I wanted to hear." Pulling away is a slower, more gentle act. "Do you think you'll take to the rooftops or the old fashioned way?" Because he'd be glad to walk her to the lobby.
"Yes, and maybe one day, they'll want to try it.." Until then, they could indulge in tea and try different flavors. Packaged teas, loose leafed ones...black and green teas. So many different varieties to try.
It's easy to hug Matt. To gently place her arms around his shoulders to hold him close, take in the scent of soap on his body and his own citrus smell. Steve has hugged her before, held her when she felt her world was coming undone. The way he embraced her as akin to him trying to shield her from the world, to protect her. Whereas with Matt, he was simply there for her. He was a friend who returned the embrace to show she wasn't alone.
Slowly, the space between them grew at a comfortable pace. No one suddenly or awkwardly pulling away. A shy smile danced along her lips, placing her arms back at her sides.
"I don't know. Guess it depends if you want someone to see me visiting you." If he would want someone to try and snap a picture of them. The media had a frenzy with snapping photos of her when she had to go to trial over something she didn't do. But the trial felt like a lifetime ago. Now, she was concerned if Matt wanted rumors or tabloids circulating that she was making personal calls to her lawyer.
Was it selfish of her to want more time with him? Even if it was just a few minutes to head down to the lobby?
"Until that day you can cultivate an impressive collection." Optimism in a ridiculous way. Going from subjects of the burden of heroism to beverage choices doesn't happen with everyone. Not with this fluidity. A warmth spreads in Matt's chest that isn't because of what's in his mug.
It's one thing to know that he's been able to help Wanda as a client. As a person, that's even more valuable. Does she even know that being here with him is quietly reassuring Matt that he is not just a brute? That could be for another day.
There will be other days.
An arm coils around her waist and the other about her shoulders, it's so easy, so natural. The embrace naturally comes to an end. Was it really so brief?
"I don't mind at all." He steps back to stroll to the door, grabbing his cane there. The transition from Daredevil to Matt to Blind Matt Murdock is how he lives his life. He holds the door open for her. "Just in case though...how does my hair look?" Like he actually gives a care.
"Just me? Not you too?" she lets out a soft chuckle, enjoying the change of topics. Enjoying the different topics they covered, with the exception of religion...she wasn't ready to keep discussing God. A topic that maybe they could touch upon another day, when her heart wasn't so heavy and she was clinging to the moments of light and easiness.
She watches him move to the door, grabbing his cane. An item that could be used as a weapon, but it was there to complete the look, the character he wanted to portray. A blind lawyer who couldn't possibly know how to throw a decent punch. Someone who was helpless, but wasn't.
"You hair?" she seems to think about it for a moment before bringing a hand up, gently parting it a little, where he normally would fall. "Better, now you don't look like you climbed out of bed." A light smile played along her lips, walking with him out of his home to the elevator down to the lobby. Maybe she could go back to the Tower tonight, maybe she could gather her thoughts and feelings in her room now. Talking with Matt...it helped to ground her. There were still things she needed to sort out, but her soul..her heart didn't feel as heavy as it did before.
The soft ding of the elevator alerted both of them they had reached the ground floor. The doors slid open with a soft noise. Beyond the lobby was the door to the streets. Wanda could take it from here, but she found herself waiting for Matt and stood by the elevator.
"Thank you again...I'll keep in touch." His offer was still in her mind. She could call whenever she wanted, or text. There didn't have to be a reason behind it. She should part there, give him a final good night and be on her way, but there was a pull, a tug towards Matt that she gave into. She hugged him again, her arms came around his shoulders. She stayed in the embrace a few moments longer than their last. Little by little, she began to pull back, and instead of fully breaking from the hug...she found herself leaning into him, her lips brushing against his. There was an attraction there, something that natural...something light amidst their world of chaos, blood, and darkness.
And for the life of her, she couldn't bring herself to let go of it.
"We can make it a group effort. Maybe set up a full out tea exchange," the sound of her laugh pulls another smile from him. It's there before he even knows it.
Matt's eyes blink at the feather light touch. Strands slip and move into place. "If I am going to be photographed I don't want to look like a total basket case." A blind man caring about his looks really is a joke of jokes. He lightly touches Wanda's arm as they go, hovering at the elbow as though he needs it to gauge space. They don't speak and the silence is soothing, comfortable.
The rest of the building is asleep by now. Someone's left their TV on and an infomercial is going. Electricity hums through the power lines and in the building. Cars roll by. A heart is beating right close to him. A Hell's Kitchen lullaby. Matt steps through the elevator and gently touches her shoulder.
"Any time. I mean it." Another embrace? He happily sighs. Touch from something other than combat is unparalleled. Drawing back he opens his mouth to say something. He can't remember what it was because their lips meet. So simple. So natural. A tilt of his head and his fingers reach up to cup the side of her face. She tastes like ginger, mint and peach.
Wanda should pull back. She should stop kissing Matt. He wasn't pulling away from her. In fact, he was cupping her face. He was kissing her back and it was...amazing. It was making her heart beat faster and she found herself wanting more. She wanted more of him, the taste of him, peach and ginger. It felt so natural...so easy. Something she could fall into and enjoy time after time.
Little by little she began to pull back. Not because she wanted to but because she needed air. As good as kissing Matt was, she needed oxygen.
She didn't pull back too far from, cheeks red and heart racing. Now came the awkward part of being unsure if he was okay what happened...or if she could kiss him again.
Why should she do any of these things? His eyes drift shut and the moment seems to slow and extend. There's a delicate, faded substance she's used on her lips some time today. And they're soft, so soft against his. Wanda isn't the only one with the racing heart. Drawing back is natural, he leans to rest his forehead to her own. The exhale feels more pronounced over his mouth and the bristles framing his mouth.
Matt swallows and, "wow," forms. Muted, silly and so honest. No time or space for her to contemplate. He makes the decision for her by starting another kiss. This time slower, pursuing the seam of her lips with his tongue.
The florescent lights buzz above them. No one else is in the tiny excuse for a lobby.
Matt might be able to pick up on the lip balm Wanda used earlier, a mixture of mint and lavender. Something to keep her lips soft and kissable. Her eyes had fluttered shut, unsure if she should pull back further or stay this close to him. Having his forehead rest on hers is comforting. An intimate gesture with both of them so close, breathing in the same air....
Before she can figure out what to do Matt initiates another kiss. Wanda's heart skips a beat, caught off guard but relishing the feeling. This wasn't accidental or rushed. It's slow and inviting. She parts her lips, deepening the kiss to let him have a taste of her. Her tongue brushes against his, drawing him into her mouth. This felt like a natural progression, nothing forced or rushed. Wanda wasn't expecting to kiss Matt when she agreed to meet up with him. Granted, there had been some chemistry between them before when he was simply Matt, her lawyer. The friendly quips and light banter...
And as she got to know more about him, learned of his other identity...things felt like they fell into place. A friendship, one that was precious to her and now a moment she never knew she could have. The sound of the florescent lights doesn't bother her, but now she was wondering why they came down to the lobby.
He's damn sure that her lips would be as soft and welcoming with or without the gloss. The little something extra though makes his stomach drop and his heart rate pulse. They're at it again and he's willing himself to go slow, to just feel it out because there are a lot of complications to this even though it is something so sweet and simple. His thumb lightly strokes her cheek before it comes to a natural end.
"Um." Christ he can't help but smile. "I should really let you go..." Matt Murdock should do a lot of things. He should pull away and try not to put his arm around her.
She leaned into his touch, eyes staying shut for a moment longer. Though the kiss has ended, they're close enough to start another one. And another, and others. Slowly, Wanda opens her eyes to see the smile on his face. He should let her go. She should go. She should let him get some sleep before they make things complicated between them. Well, more complicated. The kiss and the feelings have complicated things or...elevated them? It was hard to think when she was this close to Matt.
"You should, but do you want to?" She whispered, leaning in for her nose to brush against his. She was leaving the decision up to him, but she wouldn't mind it. But at the same time...they should call it a night. Let those feelings settle and figure out what to do. If they had deeper feelings for each other, or if it was just a one time thing.
She forgo returning to her hotel and to the tower for one night.
How many is that by now? Matt hasn't been counting. They're all languid, lush and all the same feeling too brief. Has she always smelled and tasted so good? A happy sigh wells up in is chest and he feels so much lighter than before.
"No, I don't want to," he answers just as softly. He blinks slowly and noses right back. "Would you like to stay the night?" Matt's fingers drop from her face to slowly lace his fingers with her. "We uh...don't have to do anything."
Except the specific charge of the kiss sure does say otherwise.
No, they didn't have to do anything. They could simply fall asleep beside each other, and have Wanda see the "pajamas" Matt wore to bed each night. Or, they could simply kiss and see where the night could take them. Both of them were adults and could make decisions for themselves. What Wanda was doing was out of her own desires, not out of loneliness or anything else. There was an attraction there for her, intrigued by the man who was a lawyer by day and hero by night.
Her fingers curl around his.
"I would." And if she were honest with herself, she was hoping he would ask her. This wasn't where she thought the night would go. She thought they would simply talk and keep her mind off of things. But now, she feels a stronger connection to Matt, something she wants to explore. She was happy he wanted to explore that connection too.
Now she felt silly for having come down to the lobby only to go back up the elevator and back to his place. Wanda leaned in again, placing a soft kiss to his lips, lingering there for a handful of moments before pulling back. She held out her elbow for him and gently moved his hand up to her elbow.
She guided them to the elevator and once those doors closed, her lips crashed into his again for a passionate kiss.
The night was not what he had expected it to be from the start. Hell's Kitchen's criminal element had given Matt plenty to mull over. Wanda may not have had grand designs when she sent out a message but it was a reminder that he's not alone. That there are people in the world that suffer because of untreated consequences. That he has to keep the faith and hope for those like her.
And she sees him as he is. The whole picture. Not just a friend with a taste for danger. Not just as a hothead with something to prove. Matt Murdock is, in the end, just a man. Wanda knows the good with the bad. And the whole picture and story are unfolding still before her. Not once has she flinched, tutted or tried to tell him to be anything other than who he is. Is it any wonder why he has offered her the very same.
The trip down to the lobby was well worth it for any one of these brief and endearing kisses. The elevator doors encase them from other eyes for just a little while. Matt drops his cane and puts his arms around her, lifting her up to feel the whole press of her body to his.
In the elevator they would have some privacy, if only for a few minutes. The second the doors close, they're on each other. Then tension between them finally snapping. Neither of them had to worry about over stepping bounds. When Matt lifts her, she follows through, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. Wanda didn't weigh too much, but she was light and lithe. Her body pressed against his as she kissed him fully.
Her heart was beating hard in her chest, loud enough for even her to hear. She didn't cate though. What mattered to her was enjoying the time she had with Matt. A man who fought to help people when no one else could or would. He was trying to make this world better, and who was she to ask him to stop? To change? All it takes for evil to win is for good men to do nothing. To be complacent and not care. Matt could've shrugged off her case or told her to plea pour. That would've been the easy way but instead he fought and gained her her freedom.
The elevator came to a slow stop at Matt's floor. Wanda found herself pulling back, just in case there might be someone on the other side. Her power flared to life again, bringing Matt's cane up to his hand. They could resume what they were doing in his apartment.
It feels so natural. That thought keeps going through his head. Matt supports both of their weight, and really she weighs nothing. A grip low on her thigh and his fingers combing into her hair. Their lips meet again with greater familiarity. He's happily getting lost in the sound of her breathing and heart drumming away like his own.
To the outside they're very different. An impaired lawyer. An altered refugee. There's an age gap between them. There's so much more. Both heroes in their own right. Both trying to find a way through life with their own code of morality. The biggest significant similarity is that they refuse to give up because of the odds. They're survivors. That alone is reason enough to stick together.
The elevator dings way too soon for his liking. And he gently sets her feet back on the ground. He lightly clears his throat and chuckles. The giddiness in his head and heart is such a vast difference. He grips the handle and offers Wanda his other arm.
"It's a useful trick," Wanda playfully countered. She was on her feet again, taking Matt's arm as they made their way back to his place. Her heart was fluttering, amazed by her natural and right it felt right now. Hopefully, tomorrow the feelings would still remain. There wouldn't be any regrets on either side. The last thing she wanted was to damage or strain their relationship. She wanted....she wanted to see where things went.
To see if a witch and devil could find peace in each other in the chaotic world they lived in.
"You're really full of surprises, Matt," she murmured softly, heading inside into his place, waiting until the door closed to close the gap between them. Her lips brushing against his. Her tongue briefly slipping out to lap over his lower lip. She couldn't get enough of him. Their night had gone from her reaching out to him, to discuss theology, and what she's kept inside. He created a safe space for her to talk, and allowed her to be vulnerable...
No judgments, no unsolicited advice. They talked as friends, and now...maybe they could be more than that.
"Don't tell me you get other people their canes," he means to sound hurt and disappointed and fails miserably. Ah well. A joke is a joke. They emerge from the elevator and walk as normal people would. Better to keep up appearances than to be caught. The handful of steps to Matt's door again feels too long.
Right back where they started. Matt shuts the door behind them and places his cane to the side. Both hands are free to come around Wanda once again, this time at her waist. "The element of surprise is very, very useful." He speaks in a whispered hush and slowly opens his mouth to slip his own tongue out to meet her's.
The only difference between this moment and tomorrow are a handful of hours.
Wanda let out a soft hum of agreement. The element of surprise was useful, especially when it came to kissing and being together. Her hands came back up to his shoulders, holding him to her. Their tongues brushing and playing with each other, making her heart beat faster. He tasted like mint and tea and smelled of fresh soap. Reluctantly, she pulled back, trying to catch her breath. She didn't leave him for wanting, her lips soon trailed over the side of his neck, enticing him further.
She pressed her hips into his, silently telling him she wanted him she would be fine with exploring his body and letting him explore hers too. He did say she could stay the night...but just to be on the safe side.
"Do you want to?" Have sex, or did he want to take things slow?
This is all a surprise. Matt takes a slow, easy step backwards, pulling her with him. Just two steps, bidding her to follow. Stopping short just a little, pressing close to Wanda he smiles and tilts her face upward to ghost his fingers over her cheek.
"...yes." And the corners of his lips curl in a smile. "I know this is fast. I just... I've never had someone stay with me that's known as much as you." The secrecy has been part of his extraordinary talent to ruin things. Wanda has been here this long. And to turn her away, to turn her down when they're both on the same level of comfort and want. That would be a sin and a shame.
When Matt steps back, Wanda follows. She doesn't let go of him. Afraid if she does, she'll lose the connection they had. She didn't want to put him on the spot. She didn't want to make him do anything he'd regret later on. His answer brings a sigh of relief. Yes, this is fast but it felt right. It wasn't in the heat of the moment but something that had been built up over time. He knows what she's facing and she knows his two identities.
"I haven't been close to anyone in a long time or allowed myself to get close. . " that wasn't afraid of her, or viewed her as a friend. Someone who saw her for herself, not an Avenger. Not a hero, or a woman who lost everything. She was all those things and more. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "No holding back," she whispered against his skin, lips trailing over his cheek.
If he lead her to his room, she would tug on his shirt, carefully peeling it off to reveal his toned body. Her touches are light, fingers roaming up and down his chest to his stomach. Their kisses were heated, charged and passionate. But when it came to touch, she wanted to savor it, not rush through it like a race. Plus it wouldn't take much for her to shrug off her coat and allow him to peel off her corset.
"I promise I'll be good to you, Wanda." Emotionally. Physically. Opening up to someone to have them just leave, it's an awful and raw feeling. One that Matt knows far too well. One kiss after another, they're like a taste of things to come. Before she's too far again he cups her chin and deeply, fully kisses her mouth before it's off to the bedroom.
This might be the only room she hasn't seen in her extensive stays. The texture of her clothes are as interesting as she is. Nothing usual. The coat feels reflective, a new and complex fiber. And the ribbons and clasps of a corset.. "This is nice," he murmurs as he leans to paint her neck with kisses as his work makes the fitted garment fall away. Every layer is a victory and something new to enjoy.
Normally Wanda would've lightly scoffed at such a promise. There was no way to fulfill such a thing. There would be times where he wouldn't be good to her--be it in an argument or some misunderstanding, and the same would be true of her. It was unavoidable, and it was part of becoming more entangled with someone. You learn to grow together, to be better for one another. But, his words tug at her heart strings. She doesn't scoff or roll her eyes. Instead she accepts it, along with the kiss he gives her.
The coat was made to be durable, not easily rip or be lit aflame. It's stab proof and provides a thick second skin for her, protecting her when she's in a fight. The corset seemed to be design of a similar material, but softer and able to provide support, and make it easy for her to move about.
"Just nice?" she lightly teases, one hand gliding down his chest, fingers dipping below the waistband of his pants to touch more skin. When he kisses the crook of her neck, she shudders, murmuring his name.
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It was a bit awkward and from the look on Matt's face, she can tell he wants to chuckle. At least he's being nice and holding back from doing it. Something she is grateful for. She takes another sip of tea, willing her blush to go away. She didn't mean for the conversation to turn awkward, but at least she hadn't done something to offend him. She'll take awkwardness over insulted feelings any day.
"Thank you again, for the invitation and the tea, but I should head out. You probably have some important case you need to work on." Which was more than likely true. He didn't need to lose sleep because of her. But, she didn't say she was heading back to the Tower. Wanda needed some time away from that place. Time to sort out her feelings and simply be herself. Not a hero or someone that was still healing.
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Silence hangs in the air for a little. No judging. Acceptance of a little misstep. No harm here, not at all. Matt sets down his mug again and cups his hands to the ceramic surface. His head lifts and he continues to smile. All is well here.
"It's not trouble at all. You're very welcome. You can come around any time." Awkward or not, emergency or not. "Theology discussion, tea... or just because." He pushes off of the counter top and he comes around to put out his hand to her. "This time of night I might read until I fall asleep. If I can get any reading done. I hope that you feel better over all." At least a little. There's no quick fix here.
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She let out a weak chuckle, glancing down to her cup of tea. "Just because, huh?" She could visit for any reason? Just for the sake of it? Well, she might take him up on the offer--especially if the rest of the team is okay with letting her come by to Hell's Kitchen to aide Dare Devil. She set her ceramic cup down on the counter and placed her hand in his. Wanda found herself moving forward to hug her friend.
"I'm feeling better...much better than earlier." Where she was wandering and feeling lost. Shew as healing, and still trying to find her way and Matt...he offered guidance without judgement. Someone for her to lean on and asked nothing in return.
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Once spoken words can't be taken back. He'll stand beside them. "It doesn't have to be a good reason. Or even a bad one." It's so completely easy how they come together in an embrace. The floral spice of aroma of the beauty products she wears and natural body chemistry fill him. Matt rubs her back and attempts to allow some space. The warmth of her still has a tinge of the energy that made her levitate and fix him to the spot.
"Just what I wanted to hear." Pulling away is a slower, more gentle act. "Do you think you'll take to the rooftops or the old fashioned way?" Because he'd be glad to walk her to the lobby.
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It's easy to hug Matt. To gently place her arms around his shoulders to hold him close, take in the scent of soap on his body and his own citrus smell. Steve has hugged her before, held her when she felt her world was coming undone. The way he embraced her as akin to him trying to shield her from the world, to protect her. Whereas with Matt, he was simply there for her. He was a friend who returned the embrace to show she wasn't alone.
Slowly, the space between them grew at a comfortable pace. No one suddenly or awkwardly pulling away. A shy smile danced along her lips, placing her arms back at her sides.
"I don't know. Guess it depends if you want someone to see me visiting you." If he would want someone to try and snap a picture of them. The media had a frenzy with snapping photos of her when she had to go to trial over something she didn't do. But the trial felt like a lifetime ago. Now, she was concerned if Matt wanted rumors or tabloids circulating that she was making personal calls to her lawyer.
Was it selfish of her to want more time with him? Even if it was just a few minutes to head down to the lobby?
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It's one thing to know that he's been able to help Wanda as a client. As a person, that's even more valuable. Does she even know that being here with him is quietly reassuring Matt that he is not just a brute? That could be for another day.
There will be other days.
An arm coils around her waist and the other about her shoulders, it's so easy, so natural. The embrace naturally comes to an end. Was it really so brief?
"I don't mind at all." He steps back to stroll to the door, grabbing his cane there. The transition from Daredevil to Matt to Blind Matt Murdock is how he lives his life. He holds the door open for her. "Just in case though...how does my hair look?" Like he actually gives a care.
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She watches him move to the door, grabbing his cane. An item that could be used as a weapon, but it was there to complete the look, the character he wanted to portray. A blind lawyer who couldn't possibly know how to throw a decent punch. Someone who was helpless, but wasn't.
"You hair?" she seems to think about it for a moment before bringing a hand up, gently parting it a little, where he normally would fall. "Better, now you don't look like you climbed out of bed." A light smile played along her lips, walking with him out of his home to the elevator down to the lobby. Maybe she could go back to the Tower tonight, maybe she could gather her thoughts and feelings in her room now. Talking with Matt...it helped to ground her. There were still things she needed to sort out, but her soul..her heart didn't feel as heavy as it did before.
The soft ding of the elevator alerted both of them they had reached the ground floor. The doors slid open with a soft noise. Beyond the lobby was the door to the streets. Wanda could take it from here, but she found herself waiting for Matt and stood by the elevator.
"Thank you again...I'll keep in touch." His offer was still in her mind. She could call whenever she wanted, or text. There didn't have to be a reason behind it. She should part there, give him a final good night and be on her way, but there was a pull, a tug towards Matt that she gave into. She hugged him again, her arms came around his shoulders. She stayed in the embrace a few moments longer than their last. Little by little, she began to pull back, and instead of fully breaking from the hug...she found herself leaning into him, her lips brushing against his. There was an attraction there, something that natural...something light amidst their world of chaos, blood, and darkness.
And for the life of her, she couldn't bring herself to let go of it.
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Matt's eyes blink at the feather light touch. Strands slip and move into place. "If I am going to be photographed I don't want to look like a total basket case." A blind man caring about his looks really is a joke of jokes. He lightly touches Wanda's arm as they go, hovering at the elbow as though he needs it to gauge space. They don't speak and the silence is soothing, comfortable.
The rest of the building is asleep by now. Someone's left their TV on and an infomercial is going. Electricity hums through the power lines and in the building. Cars roll by. A heart is beating right close to him. A Hell's Kitchen lullaby. Matt steps through the elevator and gently touches her shoulder.
"Any time. I mean it." Another embrace? He happily sighs. Touch from something other than combat is unparalleled. Drawing back he opens his mouth to say something. He can't remember what it was because their lips meet. So simple. So natural. A tilt of his head and his fingers reach up to cup the side of her face. She tastes like ginger, mint and peach.
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Little by little she began to pull back. Not because she wanted to but because she needed air. As good as kissing Matt was, she needed oxygen.
She didn't pull back too far from, cheeks red and heart racing. Now came the awkward part of being unsure if he was okay what happened...or if she could kiss him again.
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Matt swallows and, "wow," forms. Muted, silly and so honest. No time or space for her to contemplate. He makes the decision for her by starting another kiss. This time slower, pursuing the seam of her lips with his tongue.
The florescent lights buzz above them. No one else is in the tiny excuse for a lobby.
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Before she can figure out what to do Matt initiates another kiss. Wanda's heart skips a beat, caught off guard but relishing the feeling. This wasn't accidental or rushed. It's slow and inviting. She parts her lips, deepening the kiss to let him have a taste of her. Her tongue brushes against his, drawing him into her mouth. This felt like a natural progression, nothing forced or rushed. Wanda wasn't expecting to kiss Matt when she agreed to meet up with him. Granted, there had been some chemistry between them before when he was simply Matt, her lawyer. The friendly quips and light banter...
And as she got to know more about him, learned of his other identity...things felt like they fell into place. A friendship, one that was precious to her and now a moment she never knew she could have. The sound of the florescent lights doesn't bother her, but now she was wondering why they came down to the lobby.
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"Um." Christ he can't help but smile. "I should really let you go..." Matt Murdock should do a lot of things. He should pull away and try not to put his arm around her.
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"You should, but do you want to?" She whispered, leaning in for her nose to brush against his. She was leaving the decision up to him, but she wouldn't mind it. But at the same time...they should call it a night. Let those feelings settle and figure out what to do. If they had deeper feelings for each other, or if it was just a one time thing.
She forgo returning to her hotel and to the tower for one night.
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"No, I don't want to," he answers just as softly. He blinks slowly and noses right back. "Would you like to stay the night?" Matt's fingers drop from her face to slowly lace his fingers with her. "We uh...don't have to do anything."
Except the specific charge of the kiss sure does say otherwise.
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Her fingers curl around his.
"I would." And if she were honest with herself, she was hoping he would ask her. This wasn't where she thought the night would go. She thought they would simply talk and keep her mind off of things. But now, she feels a stronger connection to Matt, something she wants to explore. She was happy he wanted to explore that connection too.
Now she felt silly for having come down to the lobby only to go back up the elevator and back to his place. Wanda leaned in again, placing a soft kiss to his lips, lingering there for a handful of moments before pulling back. She held out her elbow for him and gently moved his hand up to her elbow.
She guided them to the elevator and once those doors closed, her lips crashed into his again for a passionate kiss.
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And she sees him as he is. The whole picture. Not just a friend with a taste for danger. Not just as a hothead with something to prove. Matt Murdock is, in the end, just a man. Wanda knows the good with the bad. And the whole picture and story are unfolding still before her. Not once has she flinched, tutted or tried to tell him to be anything other than who he is. Is it any wonder why he has offered her the very same.
The trip down to the lobby was well worth it for any one of these brief and endearing kisses. The elevator doors encase them from other eyes for just a little while. Matt drops his cane and puts his arms around her, lifting her up to feel the whole press of her body to his.
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Her heart was beating hard in her chest, loud enough for even her to hear. She didn't cate though. What mattered to her was enjoying the time she had with Matt. A man who fought to help people when no one else could or would. He was trying to make this world better, and who was she to ask him to stop? To change? All it takes for evil to win is for good men to do nothing. To be complacent and not care. Matt could've shrugged off her case or told her to plea pour. That would've been the easy way but instead he fought and gained her her freedom.
The elevator came to a slow stop at Matt's floor. Wanda found herself pulling back, just in case there might be someone on the other side. Her power flared to life again, bringing Matt's cane up to his hand. They could resume what they were doing in his apartment.
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To the outside they're very different. An impaired lawyer. An altered refugee. There's an age gap between them. There's so much more. Both heroes in their own right. Both trying to find a way through life with their own code of morality. The biggest significant similarity is that they refuse to give up because of the odds. They're survivors. That alone is reason enough to stick together.
The elevator dings way too soon for his liking. And he gently sets her feet back on the ground. He lightly clears his throat and chuckles. The giddiness in his head and heart is such a vast difference. He grips the handle and offers Wanda his other arm.
"That's a really good trick."
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To see if a witch and devil could find peace in each other in the chaotic world they lived in.
"You're really full of surprises, Matt," she murmured softly, heading inside into his place, waiting until the door closed to close the gap between them. Her lips brushing against his. Her tongue briefly slipping out to lap over his lower lip. She couldn't get enough of him. Their night had gone from her reaching out to him, to discuss theology, and what she's kept inside. He created a safe space for her to talk, and allowed her to be vulnerable...
No judgments, no unsolicited advice. They talked as friends, and now...maybe they could be more than that.
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Right back where they started. Matt shuts the door behind them and places his cane to the side. Both hands are free to come around Wanda once again, this time at her waist. "The element of surprise is very, very useful." He speaks in a whispered hush and slowly opens his mouth to slip his own tongue out to meet her's.
The only difference between this moment and tomorrow are a handful of hours.
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She pressed her hips into his, silently telling him she wanted him she would be fine with exploring his body and letting him explore hers too. He did say she could stay the night...but just to be on the safe side.
"Do you want to?" Have sex, or did he want to take things slow?
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"...yes." And the corners of his lips curl in a smile. "I know this is fast. I just... I've never had someone stay with me that's known as much as you." The secrecy has been part of his extraordinary talent to ruin things. Wanda has been here this long. And to turn her away, to turn her down when they're both on the same level of comfort and want. That would be a sin and a shame.
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"I haven't been close to anyone in a long time or allowed myself to get close. . " that wasn't afraid of her, or viewed her as a friend. Someone who saw her for herself, not an Avenger. Not a hero, or a woman who lost everything. She was all those things and more. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "No holding back," she whispered against his skin, lips trailing over his cheek.
If he lead her to his room, she would tug on his shirt, carefully peeling it off to reveal his toned body. Her touches are light, fingers roaming up and down his chest to his stomach. Their kisses were heated, charged and passionate. But when it came to touch, she wanted to savor it, not rush through it like a race. Plus it wouldn't take much for her to shrug off her coat and allow him to peel off her corset.
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This might be the only room she hasn't seen in her extensive stays. The texture of her clothes are as interesting as she is. Nothing usual. The coat feels reflective, a new and complex fiber. And the ribbons and clasps of a corset.. "This is nice," he murmurs as he leans to paint her neck with kisses as his work makes the fitted garment fall away. Every layer is a victory and something new to enjoy.
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The coat was made to be durable, not easily rip or be lit aflame. It's stab proof and provides a thick second skin for her, protecting her when she's in a fight. The corset seemed to be design of a similar material, but softer and able to provide support, and make it easy for her to move about.
"Just nice?" she lightly teases, one hand gliding down his chest, fingers dipping below the waistband of his pants to touch more skin. When he kisses the crook of her neck, she shudders, murmuring his name.
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